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Blue In Retrospect Entry 8: November Ides
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Blue In Retrospect Entry 8: November Ides |
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Cpat Hair
since 2001-06-05
Posts 11793 |
November brings the clarity to her Revealing depths that were hidden before As she carried the silt from rains That has now settled into the fine of sand The primordial of some mud bound time Caught between falling flame of autumn And the promise of some laughing violet Granted She does run cold And immersion is impossible but for the few Who would chill the marrow of bone Then try to find the warmth of weak sun Or kindle a fire from what she left behind In some rage that after a deluge Lays scattered along her bed Like remnant of cloth Ripped from the flesh She lies naked some say To tempt the eyes As she ignites the fire within That would try to find the feel of her Or smell the waft of perfume that comes From skin exposed In an attempt to steal her free from stones That hold her here Too soon it will snow And leave these treks for my mind But today, I walk her lengths and think of you And how it might have been Had the strings of time been ours to mend With tight knots that would bind I do not own the river here Nor have I ever owned you Still I feel both move inside me Haunting the morning fogs, With 3A.M. Dreams that leave me aching To find the valley where I might put my lips Speaking dew tipped vowels against The morning’s sun November brings her clear And I always Think of you |
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bel1e Senior Member
since 2006-07-24
Posts 1631 |
~god, I love those 3am dreams~~  |
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Cpat Hair
since 2001-06-05
Posts 11793 |
thanks ma'am... for the eyes and the encouragement... I might even get tired of pulling out these old dusty rambles and write something new one of these days... |
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Gentle Spirit Member Patricius
since 2000-10-09
Posts 13989 |
This is wrapped so tightly capt...that one can peel the layers and find something new exposed under each one. I can but feel the approaching winter but yet hidden under the bite of cold is still a warmth that lingers.... Lovely, deep writing. I so enjoy reading you sir. |
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Cpat Hair
since 2001-06-05
Posts 11793 |
Gentle one... ma'am... you truly are kind to say so... I saw the date on this one was in 05... and I still remember the way the river looks in November.... how it feels.. thanks for dropping in...it is always a pleasure |
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Gentle Spirit Member Patricius
since 2000-10-09
Posts 13989 |
It is amazing how images of the river can stay with us over time. I can recall many nights sleeping by the river and the lulling sounds that soothed me to sleep. The river and the ocean have always had a particular hold near to my heart. You write her sir, with an expert hand. each time makes me stronger...but after the fall.... we get back up and move on, because the past is the past and there is no tomorrow if remaining in still waters while the river flows on...~dmsmith~ |
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Cpat Hair
since 2001-06-05
Posts 11793 |
thank you ma'am.... rivers have always had a special hold on me i suppose.. a place of solace, of reflection, a place to draw from what was around me a bit more of what makes us whole... appreciate your dropping back in... Now, I'll not bore the world with my maudlin thoughts on rivers... lol... |
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Midnitesun
since 2001-05-18
Posts 28647Gaia |
The very sight and sound of flowing water stirs the blood and mind, takes the spirit along a seemingly endless timeless journey (whereas a still lake or pond brings the mind and body to a resting point) For me, my heart always beats strongest near waterfalls, rivers, and the ocean. At this point in my journey, it's the Susquehanna, and sometimes ol Miss. But my heart will always belong to the majestic Pacific. Your words stir a pot of wonderful feelings, and I thank you, Sir, for the bountiful serving. (and thank you so much for reading my dribblings!) |
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